10 July 2016
03 April 2016
23 July 2014
When Pets Become Family
I was never really keen on dogs, or pets in general, until we got Spartan. I was always worried the house would smell, that there would be piles of fur like tumbleweed and little puddles of drool awaiting my fresh bare feet, but that's far from the case. Most of the time.
The Mr was raised with dogs. Not literally like Jacob in Twilight but with plenty of the four legged friends running around in his home, so to him it was natural to have his own when he moved in with me. I had my worries but love really does make you do crazy things and we ended up purchasing our ball of fluff on New Years Day 2012. It was hard work to begin and there were puddles of a different kind to mop up but our new companion made the Mr, the Mini Mes and even me happy so it was definitely worth it.
It also stopped me being broody for a while which was a bonus!
14 May 2014
Up Close and Personal
Spartan
His wet, delicate nose twitches and his tongue pokes out from between his teeth, as he sits on the cool leather and awaits the day's deliveries.
He knows they will come, they always do, and he will be ready to bark and pounce on anything that gets within reach. That much is true.
His tail waves back and forth like a snake and his ears raise at every passer by and cat, dog or bird that meets his eye.
He sees a shoe approach the path.
He hears footsteps too.
He rises onto all fours and stands on the armrest for a better look with an inquisitive stare.
The red jacket and bag is recognised and he knows his opportunity is there.
"Woof"
He runs to the door, sliding across the tiles like Bambi on ice, to claim the mail as his own chew toy. He also longs to lick the poor postman to death, with the tongue he loves to deploy.
He attempts to run back to alert me of my visitor, but then paws at the handle hoping to get a peek at what excitement lurks behind his barrier.
I gather my mail from the wire tray and return to my seat.
He sits proudly at my feet, in hope of a treat, thinking his job here is complete...
Until the courier arrives and he begins to repeat!
He attempts to run back to alert me of my visitor, but then paws at the handle hoping to get a peek at what excitement lurks behind his barrier.
I gather my mail from the wire tray and return to my seat.
He sits proudly at my feet, in hope of a treat, thinking his job here is complete...
Until the courier arrives and he begins to repeat!
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